Baseball Cupcakes

Baseball Cupcakes | The Kitten Kitchen

I love baseball. I love the Cincinnati Reds. I love Joey Votto. The MLB 2014 All-Star Game is coming up. All of these facts mean that it’s time to eat a baseball cupcake.

My favorite baseball memory, and I have a few, goes back to September 23, 2012 when the Cincinnati Reds clinched the National League Central Division. It was a 6-0 victory against the Dodgers. I was sitting in the Frontgate suite, arguably one of the best places to watch a baseball game in Cincinnati. It was all-you-can-eat-and-drink. So, uh…. heaven, basically. I even got to meet Gapper, one of the mascots! But man, being in the stadium when they clinched was awesome. Everyone was jumping up and down, strangers were hugging, the players were piled on top of each other – it was just a great moment. If that was an amazing feeling, I can’t imagine how a World Series win would feel. I get weepy even thinking about the possibility.

::Wake up, Daniele::

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Oh yes. Where were we? Baseball. Cupcakes. The Reds winning the World Series again in my lifetime, and I’m at the game watching, cheering, weeping…

Okay. I’m back. I’m back. Sorry you lost me again for a minute.

The All-Star Game. Five…count ‘em, FIVE…Cincinnati Reds players (Devin Mesoraco, Todd Frazier, Johnny Cueto, Alfredo Simon and Aroldis Chapman) are on this year’s roster, and the National League is predicted to win. This is the first time since 1991 that Cincinnati has had five players on the roster.

So, in honor of everything baseball, here is a baseball cupcake recipe. Enjoy.

Batter, batter, batter, SUH-WING (cupcake) batter…after the jump

Chocolate Mousse

Chocolate Mousse | The Kitten Kitchen

July 14 is Bastille Day, a national holiday in France that commemorates the storming of the Bastille and the beginning of the French Revolution. The Bastille was a prison and a symbol of Louis XVI’s power and antiquated regime. By storming it, a message was sent—the king’s power needed to go bye bye. It worked, and the event became a symbol of liberty and the fight against oppression—the birth of a Republic.

Just like Fourth of July in America, it symbolizes the beginning of a new form of government, and also just like Fourth of July in America, it’s largely celebrated. There is a huge military parade in Paris (the oldest and largest in Europe), and countries like Belgium, Czech Republic, Hungary, India, New Zealand and South Africa celebrate with street festivals, flea markets, food, wine and fireworks.

I always remember Bastille Day because my dear sweet mother (Monique) and my grandmother (Mona) are from France! My mother was born in St. Raphael, France. She lived there, Trans-En-Provence and many other places, like Morocco, before she came to the United States when she was 11 years old. I spoke with my mom a little bit about her experience there. Most of what she said I already knew, but thought it would be cool to share a little about my family with you.

Mom & Me | The Kitten Kitchen

This is my mom and me at my bridal shower in 2011. Isn’t she cute?

What’s your favorite French food? Tomates farcies. Tomatoes stuffed with meat and herbs.

What’s your favorite memory of growing up in France? Staying with my grandmother and eating her cooking. She used to take me mushroom picking in the woods. She knew which ones to pick.

If you could go back to France right this second, what’s the first thing you would do? Visit the countryside to see the lavender, farms and greenery. Walk on the beaches.

What do you miss most about France? My family, the beauty of the country and the sea.

What would you tell someone deciding to visit France for the very first time? Visit outside of the cities. Eat at small restaurants because they have the best food. Visit the old sections of the cities—the old buildings, fountains and markets are beautiful, and so are the people.

So there you have it. My mom is awesome. And you probably need to book a trip to France, pronto. Or you could whip up some chocolate mousse, light a sparkler and celebrate from your backyard, wherever you may be.

I can help with the mousse part after the jump

Chewy Chocolate Chip Cookies

Chocolate Chip Cookies | The Kitten Kitchen

One way to describe heaven is biting into a chewy, soft chocolate chip cookie–and I’m not even much of a sweets eater.

Add a glass of milk to this equation, and you might just get me to, oh, I don’t know. No idea where that thought was going, but I assure you it was good. JUST LIKE CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES WITH COLD MILK.

When I woke up the morning after making these, there was a note on the container from my husband Chris: These cookies are GOOO-OOD! Obviously I’m posting a link to a photo to prove aforementioned claim. I don’t expect you to take my word for it. I suppose I could have plausibly written that note, but we’ll save the handwriting tests for another post.

Oh, and to prove it even more, I also took a few to work and received outstanding compliments. Not to toot my own horn, but my co-worker Allie said, “Seriously no joke, these are like the best chocolate chip cookies I have ever had.” Don’t take my (their) word for it. Make some cookies! Note: These cookies are huge. Like my love for chocolate chip cookies.

See why Cookie Monster had it right all these years after the jump



Hi friends. It’s been a while. How were your holidays? Mine were great. I got a new sewing machine that I’m pretty pumped about trying out, which might be humorous considering I haven’t sewn in years. Speaking of the holidays…

I’m surprised I haven’t suffered a sugar overdose at this point in time. I ate a lot of candy and baked goods during the season, which is rare because I much prefer salty snacks over sweet. So…I need a snickerdoodle cookie like I need a hole in the head, yet here I am baking and eating them. Now you can too!

Before we get to the nitty gritty details, though, I feel like I owe you, dear readers, an apology. I posted a haiku hint about this recipe on Facebook, and it was probably misleading. The dough is in ball form before baking, where they then spread out into delicious, soft, pillowy cookies. So, again, my apologies to you who fairly guessed donut holes. I’ll try better with these haikus. I promise. Or maybe it was my evil plan to fool you the entire time. ::insert evil laugh::

Make some dough balls that magically turn into cookies after you click this link

Pumpkin Spice Scones

Pumpkin Spice SconesI haven’t posted since July 24, 2011. Apologies, dear reader(s). Hey, I might have more than one reader! I’ve changed the name, theme and design for the blog (thanks for the help, Josh and Tom!), and I even made a Facebook page for it, so “like” the Kitten Kitchen, if you’re so inclined.

So where have I been, you ask? Or maybe not. You’re going to hear anyway. Well, I’ve had quite a couple of years. I have a new job. I have two more cats. I have a new house. I lost my father. And I lost my brother-in-law. Some of that is good stuff. The latter two are bad. Which is why I’m blogging again. I am finding that staying distracted in the kitchen is helping me keep my mind off of things. Funny how that works, isn’t it? I promise this is the most depressing I’ll get on this blog.

So. PUMPKIN! It’s a “thing.” Some people hate that it’s a “thing.” Me? I love it. So does my cute husband Chris. We love punkin, especially Starbucks pumpkin spice scones, so in honor of the Thanksgiving holiday coming up, especially if you have guests spending the night, here is a delicious, easy recipe for a breakfast treat, served best with a cup of coffee or hot, comforting tea.

We’re hosting our first Thanksgiving next week. I’m nervous and excited, mostly because I’ve never made a huge, whole turkey before. I will let you know how that turns out. Keep your fingers crossed.

Bake some scones after the hop, skip and a jump



As I’m typing this, there are firecrackers crackling and Roman candles whizzing around outside on the streets. Welcome, Fourth of July Eve. Welcome.

From Wikipedia: A profiterole, cream puff (US) or choux à la créme is a choux pastry ball filled with whipped cream, pastry cream, or ice cream. The puffs may be decorative or left plain or garnished with chocolate sauce, caramel, or a dusting of powdered sugar.

From Me: I was bored. So I made profiteroles.

I had a dream about these pastry puff treats a couple weeks ago (seriously), so I have had these beautiful French treats in the back of my mind for a minute now. With many modifications to recipes that already exist, I think I came up with a pretty good dessert. I just pulled them out of the oven, and the vision already reminds me of the windows in Paris, those sweet pastry puffs full of cream sitting modestly next to the colorful pink and orange meringues. I’d like to go back to Paris now.

Voir la recette ici…